My first impression of Guatemala was one that made my eyes leak. The glassy ripple of a lake shimmered across my pupils as I witnessed a surprise homecoming at Guatemala City airport.
Last November, I entered the Canada Writes Short Story competition. My entry didn't make the long list, but I thought I'd share it here.
I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.
Dear Nephew, You must do what makes you feel alive. Like the air is laced with endorphins. Like the sea is moving inside you.
Lust was unpredictable. Her lust had its big bang somewhere between 1992 and 1994. She didn’t know its name at the time. Only that it was hungry.
Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog, July 27, 2015. People are their truest selves when at the crest of a rollercoaster as the wind hits the back of the throat; that… Read More
I have been coming home to the same Shanghai Alley walls for ten years. The roommates have rotated, but the apartment has stayed the same – almost the same. Ceiling cracks stretch… Read More
I’d like to introduce you to my lover. He’s foreign. His language is thick and rich. I wade through his sweet swamp of words, feeling them stick to my skin like chocolate… Read More
Happiness can’t be defined by one thing. The emotion lives in little meaningful moments, long expanses of time, short sentences in thought. There are all these things in my every day that… Read More
Thirty-five. This always seemed like an adult age when I was not thirty-five. It felt old, ancient, unapologetically mature. But, now that I hold the number in my hands, I realize I… Read More
It sounds weird. Those four words. I wrote a book. Not real. Not actual. Not alive yet. It was a frustrating and arduous and incredible process. And now it’s done. Sort of.… Read More
Painting pictures with words.
I write short stories, tall tales, love letters, newspaper and magazine editorials, corporate literature, a screenplay & novel, and in my diary. I flirt with words, spin sentences, dance with metaphors, and create new clichés.
Tongue tickling cheek.